Anita cries out into the kiss, her own climax rushing on the heels of his as the ardeur drinks him down. Everywhere they touch, it sucks him in, feeding deeply on the love, on the lust, sating what they'd woken to protect themselves. After a moment, Anita collapses against Richard, panting and absolutely exhausted.
This fucking shit had to stop, she thinks. Aloud, she whispers roughly, "I love you."
He isn't food, never food, and she loves him. She loves him so much and she hopes, oh, she hopes, he won't shove her from him and walk away. It's a new fear that wakes in Anita, and it has nothing to do with Moroven or a residue of her power.
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Date: 2009-10-06 04:29 am (UTC)This fucking shit had to stop, she thinks. Aloud, she whispers roughly, "I love you."
He isn't food, never food, and she loves him. She loves him so much and she hopes, oh, she hopes, he won't shove her from him and walk away. It's a new fear that wakes in Anita, and it has nothing to do with Moroven or a residue of her power.